Britnee was dreaming. Dreaming she was the red rubber ball on the end of a rubber band attached to a paddleboard. She was slapping against the paddle thwapapapap. She didn't mind the slapping, she did mind the air raid siren blaring in her ears. It sounded like the end of the world. "Shut Up!" she screamed.
She jerked awake. It took a moment to realize the air raid siren was her phone's alarm. She flung her arm out and beat on the phone until it stopped. It took another moment for her to realize the paddleboard was a pair of hips slamming against her ass. Britnee looked back over her shoulder and saw Larry. Then she felt his fat, ten-inch cock sliding in and out of her wet cunt.
"Larry!" Britnee groaned. "What the fuck?"
Larry grunted. "Sorry. Couldn't sleep".
"Jesus, stop!" Britnee rolled over, pushing Larry's throbbing prick out. "I ain't got time fer this! Ima be late as fuck!"
She jumped off the bed leaving Larry's cock flopping in the breeze. Larry shrugged and rolled over and proceeded to slide his heavy prick into Tina's cunt. Tina was half asleep and moaned with pleasure at the invasion.
Britnee watched for a second, trying to figure out how she ended up in bed with Larry and Tina. Then, she remembered the little orgy that had broken out after Tina's video audition the night before.
"Shit, I ain't got time for this," Britnee swore. She grabbed some clothes and headed for the bathroom. She returned freshly showered and dressed to grab her phone and purse. Tina was fully awake now and riding Larry's big dick. "Larry, you make sure she gets home safe now!" Britnee called as she left the room before her horny pussy changed her mind for her.
Getting through the living room and out the door proved even more difficult. As she came up the hallway, Britnee was greeted with the sight of her mother, Brandee, on her knees in front of an easy chair licking the enormous cock of Frank Maple. Frank appeared to be asleep which had no effect on his gigantic, twelve-inch prick.
Britnee groaned and headed out the door.
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"Yes. Yes, sir. Everything is set up. Ms. Julia is bringing in the new test subject this very morning... Yes, sir. I understand. No, I don't think there will be any problems. I'm quite sure when the subject sees what I have to offer, she will be more than willing. Yes. And compliant. Yes, sir. I will call you with a report this afternoon. Good day to you as well."
Dr. Gustav Ritter put down the phone and rose from his desk. He was quite tall and thin. He was a man in his fifties with thinning hair around his ears, a large beak of a nose and eyes that required a pair of thick glasses for him to see. He stepped from behind his desk and took off his lab coat before walking over to a large mirror that covered one wall of his spacious office. He smiled at his reflection as he began to disrobe knowing there was a camera on the other side of the mirror recording everything that happened in the office, including the doctor's 'therapy sessions" as he liked to call them. He was ready for one of these sessions now.
He stood admiring himself in the mirror for a moment. Dr. Ritter wasn't very attractive, he had been thin and bony his entire life. Women, he had found, weren't attracted to thin and bony. They were, however, attracted to the heavy, nine-inch cock he was slowly pumping in his hand. He loved to see the look on a girl's face when he pulled it out for the first time. The thought made his cock flex and he shook his head.
As a consultant to Shroud Chemical, he was part of the research team responsible for the recent increase in genital size among men living in Hootertonville and its neighboring communities. Testing the product on himself had transformed his cock from thin and puny to fat and extra-long.
'Enough daydreaming." Ritter stepped over to his desk and pressed the intercom. "Miss Tahtaz? Please come to my office. I need a consult on today's first patient."
The good doctor turned towards the door and leaned against his desk, feeling his long, hard prick throb and pulse. A moment later the door opened and a tall, statuesque, buxom woman with long, thick, flowing brown hair stepped in. She was wearing a very short, very tight, white mini-dress with a red cross over one breast and a name tag over the other. Her nurses uniform looked like something out of a porn film as it stretched over her exaggerated curves. The look was completed by a nurse's cap pinned to her luscious curls.
To say Miss Tahtaz was busty would be an understatement. The front of her uniform stuck out a full 8 inches from her chest. She was a former patient of Dr. Ritter and her breast implants were in the bowling ball category. Her huge tits threatened to break the buttons straining to keep her tight dress on.
"Yes, Doctuh?" Miss Tahtaz asked in a heavy, almost cartoonish Brooklyn accent. She looked at the doctor's raging hardon. "Oh! I see ya have yuh probe ready."
"Yes, Miss Tahtaz. We have two very important clients coming today for a special consultation." the doctor replied. "Once again I will need your assistance in preparing for the meeting. If you will assume the position, please."
Miss Tahtaz Knelt in front of Dr. Ritter's fat prick and took a deep breath. The buttons of her dress could take no more and popped, exploding from the fabric of her dress, exposing her massive, enhanced tits!
Dr. Ritter smiled a he looked down at the huge, round breasts he had created. "No matter how many times you pop those buttons, I never grow tired of watching."
"Gee, thanks, Doctuh! You're swell! But, da linen bill is through da roof! The delivery man is here tree times a week!"
"Oh," the doctor replied, "I'm sure he doesn't mind. Now, if we could get started..."
"Of course, doctuh." Miss Tahtaz leaned forward and pressed her massive, fake tits around Dr. Ritter' equally massive, nine-inch cock and squeezed them tight with her hands.
Dr. Ritter began slowly pumping his hips, sliding his throbbing hardon between the soft flesh balloons. "Oh, that's good..." he sighed.
Miss Tahtaz smiled up at him. "Oh, Doctuh..."
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"This ride is taking forever!" Britnee groaned, slurping on her cold mocha latte.
"Relax, we're almost there," Julie replied, glancing over at her diminutive passenger. "I thought you said it was your mom who got cranky. I mean, we've only been on the road a half hour or so."
"That's all?" Britnee frowned. "Feels like all damn day- Sorry. Tina came over for a video shoot an' well..."
"Ya gots a hangover..." Julie chuckled.
"I feel like a freight train keeps runnin' me over."
Julie took a hand off the steering wheel and rummaged through her purse. "Ah yes. Here, help yourself." She handed a small vial to Britnee who grinned.
"Thanks, boss!" Britnee tapped a small amount of white powder onto the flesh between her thumb and forefinger and inhaled quickly. She repeated the act and then offered a snort to Julie. Julie snorted the cocaine without taking her eyes off the road and smiled.
"Feel better?" She asked Britnee.
"Starting to," Britnee replied, then giggled. "Cocaine: The quicker picker-upper!"
The two busty beauties laughed and relaxed as the cocaine drained down their sinuses.
Britnee adjusted her sunglasses. "Better, now. And horny! Real horny! What'd you put in that stuff?"
